"No, please!" One werewolf pleaded. "Have mercy!"
Kyle smashed the wolf's head with his boot.
Elliot didn't like Kyle's methods. "We have come here only for Helena and her friends."
Kyle smirked. "This is collateral damage."
Both of the brothers were covered in blood. They were in the hotel basement slowly making their way upstairs to where Helena and her friends were.
**
In an ancient house in America within an unknown area, a group of servants poured dust from a gold-plated container, into an elegant tub.
The servants gathered around the tub and started chanting in an unknown language.
It wasn't long until the dust became fire then a naked body arose from the ashes. Two servants hurriedly clothed her in a robe.
"You sure took your sweet time." Jenna said with a devilish smile.
**
Marcus stumbled through the hotel's front entrance, Shawn close behind. Helena gripped Stephen's arm as they emerged into the night air. Priya's hand flew to her mouth, stifling a scream. Ray turned away, retching into the bushes. Blood-soaked bodies littered the once-pristine lawn, limbs twisted at impossible angles, eyes frozen wide in their final moments of terror.
Another person stumbled from the front entrance into the gruesome scene. Marcus first thought it was a vampire until he looked into the beautiful eyes of his only daughter.
"Nina!" Marcus yelled and they embraced.
Damien soon emerged from the entrance and his eyes darted around the place in shock.
Suddenly, a limb was thrown towards Damien, who had to duck to miss the dismembered arm.
It was Kyle's doing.
He and Elliot stood at the opposite end of the lawn. They were drenched from head to toe in blood. Marcus couldn't believe that only two vampires could kill so many werewolves.
"Who are you two!?" Marcus asked in a mix of fear and anger.
"We are," Kyle announced. "The Originals."
Kyle's body blurred as he leaped across the lawn, covering twenty feet in a heartbeat. Priya's hands flared with golden energy before a beam erupted from her palms, catching Kyle mid-flight. The impact sent him staggering, his boots leaving furrows in the blood-soaked grass.
Elliot's eyes locked on Priya, his lips pulling back in a snarl. Before he could strike, Helena's fingers twisted in the air, conjuring a javelin of pure light that pierced the night and slammed into his chest, driving him backward toward the tree line.
The wolf brothers knew this wouldn't hold those two for long, having faced them in their previous encounter. Without fear, the brothers Damien and Stephen also leapt in the air covering a massive distance. They landed in front of the original brothers.
All four exchanged blows but it was clear that Stephen and Damien were outmatched. Both were pinned to the ground and about to meet their deaths when Marcus roared.
The sound itself was shrill enough to make Kyle and Elliot cup their ears. Marcus didn't jump but ran at full speed towards the two fiends.
He pinned both brothers down to the ground with each of his hands on their necks.
He isn't fully transformed and yet so powerful, Kyle thought exchanging a fearful glance with Elliot who was thinking the same thing.
Elliot clawed at the ground and threw dirt into Marcus's eyes. The Alpha lost his grasp and rubbed his eyes. When he opened them, the two villains were gone.
**
Jenna lay face-down on the marble table, her porcelain skin gleaming under amber lamplight as two male servants worked scented oils into her shoulders and spine. Despite the centuries that had passed since her first death, her body remained flawless—taut where it should be taut, soft where it should yield.
The oil caught the light as it traced the elegant curve of her back, pooling in the dimples just above the silk sheet draped strategically across her lower half. Her fingernails, painted blood-red, tapped impatiently against the stone as she closed her eyes, savoring the momentary pleasure before the hunt would begin again.
**
The next morning.
It was six A.M. and the Moonwalker pack was busy tending to the injured and the dead.
In the grand hall, the fighters rested even though Nina, Shawn, and Ray were the only ones who didn't get an opportunity to brawl with the original brothers.
"Marcus is truly strong." Damien told Stephen.
Stephen nodded. "We are lucky we have a pack now. I couldn't imagine what would have happened without Marcus there last night."
Marcus was busy talking with a pack member then he walked up to the tired group.
"We might have whereabouts of the brothers." Marcus told them."They are affiliated with a vampire clan known as the Tamed."
Shawn stood up from his seat. "Their members had attacked Helene outside the diner that night."
Stephen squeezed Helena's hand. If it wasn't for Shawn, she wouldn't be by his side tonight.
Marcus smirked. "Get some rest now. Tomorrow. We hunt."